Suddenly I locked my hips and the cum flowed out of me in an unexpected orgasm. I felt her mouth working as she swallowed and looked down to see her e...es wide open and cheeks sucked in hollow as a dribble of cum ran down the side of my shaft. I groaned and lay back and soon she lay next to me. “I’ve never done that before,” she said. “Not swallowed, I mean. I’ve sucked a cock before, but I never let a boy come in my mouth before.” “It was incredible.” She curled up next to me and started. I couldtell he didn't like it but he smiled and licked his fat lips slowly.Robin was a natural."Such a good slave," I murmured as I laid beside him and kissed him. Ididn't like the taste of my own cum, but I knew that the Princewouldn't hesitate to kiss a cummy mouth. Our tongues dueled.Following a few minutes of kisses, I grasped one of Robin's hands andmoved it to my stiffening cock. His fingers slowly closed around me andI encouraged him to stroke it. Robin's soft hand did a good job on. It filled my lungs, and again my head swam and my level of horny doubled. I held it in as long as I could, then gently exhaled. Again, 30 to 45 seconds had past. To soon would leave third degree burns and scars, she knew. “Same procedure, right nipple”, she instructed. I could do it. I would do it. For her. Anything for her. As I tapped my nipple, Mistress reached into the nightstand drawer and removed a long, pink vibrator. I had to do good for her. Without another thought, I slowly pressed. ‘Why do I paint?’ He played with the question, repeating it to himself. ‘That’s the first thing you’ve ever said to me that hasn’t been a stiff response to a question of mine, do you realize that?’ I sighed and became silent again, ‘wait, wait, wait,’ he spoke with an apologetic tone, reaching out to me, ‘I’ll answer you. Painting is… art.’ He paused for a moment. ‘But why do you do it? I know it is art.’ ‘I paint because it is art,’ he persisted, ‘art is the most immediate way to become.